Page 48 of Claiming Ours
For the first time in years, I finally felt free. Uninhibited by the heaviness, the guilt and pain that weighed me down. This bold, playful Baylee was the real me. Earlier in the day with Liam, and now tonight broke me free from whatever held me back from fucking living. Sure, I had toys, but all those orgasms felt hollow, leaving me even more lonely. But with them, I was loved, cared for, their only focus.
And that was everything.
My sluggish mind shifted through all the possibilities. I needed to feel him between my thighs. After having his hard cock pressing against me all night, I longed to feel it where I wanted it most.
Fingers wrapped around his wrist, I guided Liam into the bedroom. He didn’t utter a word but followed obediently, which had a small smile pulling at my lips. After tonight, it was clear Liam needed control, but he allowed me to take over now.
It was comical, me maneuvering the massive man, positioning him exactly where I wanted him on the bed. The mattress dipped as he sat, his gaze never leaving mine. A single dark brow arched, but he still didn’t say anything as I worked the buttons of his shirt, exposing his wide, muscular chest. Standing between his spread knees, I slipped the shirt off his shoulders, my fingers exploring every dip and curve of his corded muscles.
His belt took several tries to loosen, but he didn’t get frustrated or take over. After working it off and then undoing the buttons of his jeans, I pressed my index finger to the center of his sternum, urging him to lie back on the soft duvet. Wearing a cocky smirk on his kissable lips, he complied, interlacing both hands behind his head, posing like a sexy calendar model.Fisting the stiff denim, I inched his jeans over his hips, exposing his huge, hard cock.
I’d seen it earlier that morning, had it in my mouth and hand, but still blinked in shock at how big he was. Memphis’s cock was long and thick, but Liam was so wide it was almost intimidating thinking about it fitting inside me.
Almost as if he heard my internal thoughts, a calloused palm cupped my cheek and forced my gaze up to his.
“Not tonight,” he whispered, gray gaze flitting across my face. “But when we do, it will fit.”
A pitiful, desperate whimper escaped. I wanted him so fucking bad, wanted to feel that stretch if it was anything like how it felt with his fingers inside me.
I nodded. “I want to feel you there, even if it’s not all the way.”
His eyes widened a fraction. “Baylee.” One knee on the bed, I froze at his guttural tone. “I don’t trust myself to not take it further than we’re both ready for. Not with your cunt that close, so easy to take with one hard thrust.”
“I’ll be here.” My head jerked up. Memphis stood in the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist, fingers clutching the top of the doorframe. “I won’t let you hurt her.”
Angling his head back, Liam stared at Memphis upside down. “Good. Thank you.”
With a confirming nod, Memphis strode into the room and came to stand beside me. “We’ve got you, Bay.”
Blowing out a breath, suddenly self-conscious, I continued crawling onto the bed. Straddling his hips, I gazed down at Liam in wonder. How had I gotten so damn lucky to find a man like him, protective and growly but utterly sweet and patient with me, and who understood my needs so effortlessly? I didn’t deserve him, not even close, but I couldn’t walk away. Not when he made me feel alive.
Palms pressed to his firm pecs to steady myself, I let my knees slide out wide. A whimper sounded in my throat when I settled over him, his cock nestled between my slick lips. Large hands wrapped around my hips and tightened, fingers digging into my skin.
“Holy shit,” Liam panted as if he’d run a marathon. “Your cunt is so fucking hot and slick, and I’m not even inside you.”
The desperate urge to move had me shifting along his thick shaft until the swollen head tapped against my clit. My arms trembled as an electric bolt filtered through every cell at the contact.
“This feels so good,” I moaned, head tipped back and hair brushing along my spine. “Way better than my toys.”
A second later, the sound of a drawer opening and things being shifted around had me looking to where Memphis rummaged through my bedside drawer. He held up a tiny vibrator, one I loved for a quick release, in one hand and a purple dildo in the other.
“Our girl has been taking care of her own needs.” He clicked his tongue. “No more.”
“Unless it’s with us, those toys stay in that drawer, you hear me,” Liam growled. Using the tight hold on my hips, he helped me slide along his cock faster. His chest rose and fell in quick succession as his movements grew erratic. One slide up had the head of his cock bumping against my entrance, almost pushing inside.
We both stilled. Our gazes locked.
With the slightest shift of his hips, the thick head of his cock pushed into my opening. A bolt of pleasure had me trembling and sinking even farther down to push him deeper.
“Memphis,” Liam snapped.
“Oh fuck, sorry. Distracted by toys.” He dropped both to the bed and moved to stand behind me. “None of that, Bay.” Iwhimpered as desperate tears flooded my lower lids. “None of that. This isn’t what you want.”
“Yes, it is,” I begged and shifted to push more of Liam into me.
Liam’s hold tightened, only to fall away completely and be replaced by Memphis’s. He lifted me with ease, hovering me in the air. “It’s not. Not for your first time, Baylee,” he whispered into my hair. “Don’t talk us into that, please. We’ll do anything for you, but let us make your first time better than now. So, can you be Liam’s good girl and just slide along his cock?”
Fuck if I knew, but I wanted to feel him again, so I nodded.
